Obligatory Birthday Post
Okay, so I woke up this morning not in a bad mood. Had 12 hours of sleep, was okay with realising that I just turned 33 (or 0x21 in hexadecimal... you're only 0x21 once...)
I get to work, and almost everything was broken. Literally. Fortunately, it didn't affect the platform I'm stuck with terribly much, so I just started working on my own projects. Which stubbornly refused to work like they should.
Then I get a call from my brother: "Happy Birthday. Mom's in the ER." Buh, wha? She tripped on a porch step and landed on her face. She's fine... got superglued back together.
So I go on with my day, getting more and more frustrated with my projects not working, and dealing with people who should know better than to email/phone me directly... I mean, I've been telling them not to for years now, we have a competent team to take care of their problems and questions... but nooooo, I have to be the one to wipe their collective ass...
I'm sitting at the bar now, not in a good mood, and trying to salvage the rest of my birthday. At least I'm avoiding the debacle of last year, where I tried to get people out to celebrate with me, and only a couple people showed up. Tonight, I expect nothing but to sit at my regular bar with some gin.
I get to work, and almost everything was broken. Literally. Fortunately, it didn't affect the platform I'm stuck with terribly much, so I just started working on my own projects. Which stubbornly refused to work like they should.
Then I get a call from my brother: "Happy Birthday. Mom's in the ER." Buh, wha? She tripped on a porch step and landed on her face. She's fine... got superglued back together.
So I go on with my day, getting more and more frustrated with my projects not working, and dealing with people who should know better than to email/phone me directly... I mean, I've been telling them not to for years now, we have a competent team to take care of their problems and questions... but nooooo, I have to be the one to wipe their collective ass...
I'm sitting at the bar now, not in a good mood, and trying to salvage the rest of my birthday. At least I'm avoiding the debacle of last year, where I tried to get people out to celebrate with me, and only a couple people showed up. Tonight, I expect nothing but to sit at my regular bar with some gin.